Mara Selwyn

Everyone sees the same face of the moon. Mara Selwyn keeps the other side. She is a mother before she is anything else, and the moons that circle her head are her children, one for every phase.

The one she holds against her chest is the dark one, the new moon, the side no one is meant to see. She carries it like a sleeping child and will not set it down.

Travellers who have wandered into her sanctuary at night describe white stone, still water, and a kind woman who offered them rest. None of the travellers who looked at what she was holding ever came back down. She does not hurt them. She keeps them, the same way she keeps the moon, close and quiet and out of sight.